Love compulsory by destiny
I never tire of your beauty
nor of the exquisite richness of your hair,
the very element of affluent beauty,
always growing, never growing old,
like some established permanence
of the very basic essence of life's worth,
as the most stable and reliable escape resort
when you are failed by everything in the material world
and most of all by those who should have been supporting
but who could do nothing else than let you down.
But you are there, in contrast to a world of treason,
that brings only torture, bitterness and disappointment,
while you are the opposite in some miraculous turned wonder,
contrary to all things mortal, neutralizing all indecencies
in being only beauty, both in spirit and in physical appearance,
like a miracle confounding all the mundane laws of nature
and presenting obstinately perfect evidence
that all the evils of the world, adversities and tragedies
are but mirages compared to the reality of beauty.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2019-12-18 at 00:50
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